Ritual Of DistressDistress happens when I shut out everyone else.
When I work so hard to hit a wall. When I break my life apart into scraps and pieces. When I rush into nothing and take everything that isn’t mine. Distress happens when I spit in the face of all that I love And run out every door. It’s a ritual, a pattern A comfortable return to what I know. It’s something I can control And I keep returning to it. |